(Voice suddenly smooth, normal) Faleminderit. (Thank you.) I feel... human.
Water. Cold. With ice. I haven't had a drop since before the Great Plague.
He drinks. Loud, gurgling, ecstatic gulps.
Osman looks at the vending machine. It glows demonically. He hisses at it.
TEXT OVERLAY: [SCENE 2: THE MODERN QUEST] EXT. PRISTINA STREET - NIGHT
(Voice dry, raspy, like gravel) Ugh... sahati? (What time is it?)
SOUND: A single, crisp sip of water.
SOUND: A car honks in the distance.
Besart stares. Slowly removes his sunglasses.
VISUAL: POV shot walking past a neon kiosk, a café with blaring turbo-folk music, teenagers on scooters.
Too much light. Too much... noise.
(Voice suddenly smooth, normal) Faleminderit. (Thank you.) I feel... human.
Water. Cold. With ice. I haven't had a drop since before the Great Plague.
He drinks. Loud, gurgling, ecstatic gulps.
Osman looks at the vending machine. It glows demonically. He hisses at it.
TEXT OVERLAY: [SCENE 2: THE MODERN QUEST] EXT. PRISTINA STREET - NIGHT
(Voice dry, raspy, like gravel) Ugh... sahati? (What time is it?)
SOUND: A single, crisp sip of water.
SOUND: A car honks in the distance.
Besart stares. Slowly removes his sunglasses.
VISUAL: POV shot walking past a neon kiosk, a café with blaring turbo-folk music, teenagers on scooters.
Too much light. Too much... noise.
